Theres a sound out of the radio Nothing like its heard here before And theyre all spinnin round, goin As they rush to the music And they buy it and and groove a bit Till the next song like it appears Then its gone, gone, gone its gone And they wont squat about it Nothing left thats hot it, gone, gone.
Theres a new iteration of beauty Everybodys been about Shes the body and of the movie scene With the that clamors too loud And cant get enough of her Till the noveltys no new Then its gone, gone, gone, its gone And if yesterday she the market Now its time for her to it, Gone, gone, its gone!
for telling me What youre mes So compelling, Im hip to the Your invention got my but theres no retention No on the screen!
Theres a parade screaming out at us storys the biggest one yet And the sturm and the drang they shout at us Are the stories we wont forget what do you know, weve forgotten them Cant remember who, what, or why Its all gone, gone, gone, and gone Because and nothings famous Only here to us, gone, gone, gone.
Fill my with fluff it rain with stuff Stuff enough it wont last a wink Keep it coming, the constant drumming, electrons I dont to think!
a fever thats reaching its pinnacle And I dont even know what Well forgive me if Im cynical But Im trying to figure it out Will the of neurons be notified Will the send me a sign Before its gone, gone, gone? And in case Ive missed the big one, it Hope I catch the gone. If you find reflecting too Wait a minute for the next gone!